This is great!
I open my eyes, and put my hand up to shield the bright sunshine. Fuck, what did I do last night? Each time I blink the drum in my head gets louder.
My surroundings were unrecognizable. In the distance I hear rushing water. Walking toward it, and trying to remember where I heard it before.
An opening in the trees is in sight. I come to the edge of a river back, looking over a waterfall. The mist feels good in the blazing sun.
A campsite with a tent is set up on the other side of the river. A bridge is a little ways up river, and I head toward it. When I reach the campsite, a man and woman are sitting at a fold out picnic table. I look closely, and the man is me. But who the hell is the girl?
I watch the couple disappear into…
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